Oh Great! I was Reincarnated as a Farmer (Unorthodox Farming, #1)

by Benjamin Kerei

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hypothesis,

Friends, people…they keep the horror that is loneliness at bay.

Not necessarily, it is quite possible to be lonely when living cheek by jowel with dozens of other people. I've done it.

This world had magical healing that could have put me back together within hours. However, the cost of it made the American healthcare system seem reasonably priced.

No doubt, if we had magical healing, it would be even more expensive than Big Pharma's and the Insurance Industry's current systemin America.

The problem with being smart is you are rarely wrong. However, when you are wrong, you can be so spectacularly wrong that people will look at you and think, God, what an idiot.

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Recognising this truth as the source of my anger took me months and it started all the way back at the beginning when I was sitting on the altar next to Damella and Varla. I didn’t see it sooner because it was too painful for me to confront. Too painful to consider. Like a coward I’d run from it, even though it bounced around in my subconscious constantly. It was why I had been so furious with Damella. It wasn’t that she killed me, like I thought at the time. That only made me angry. It was what she had done to my family. The pain she had caused. It turned simple anger into fury. Fury I’d let loose on a child. Humans aren’t always rational when our loved ones are involved.

Entirely too true.

“It’s illusion sand. Like an illusion, it can take any form. Unlike an illusion, once it’s taken that form, it doesn’t require mana to maintain.”

Interesting idea.

a higher form of granite called concentrated granite.

Presumably a denser, harder, tougher form of granite.

Sometimes in my world, big businesses will buy small businesses that create an invention that will make their product redundant. They buy these smaller businesses to suppress their creations. They consider it a cost of running their business to buy the smaller business and then dissolve it. I think if you tell her enemies about the exploit without details and then tell them what she is trying to do, they will be more than happy to give you the experience just to keep the information from her. And I am fairly certain your actions will be considered a favour as you are allowing them to interfere with their enemy.” A look of absolute horror crossed Jeric’s face. “What kind of world did you live in?” “One where the people were the monsters.”

People are always the worst monsters in any setting.

“You do yourself a disservice. You are only putting words to the thoughts you used to have. This flattery was in you, only waiting and biding its time to come out and shine. Many bards in this city have higher charisma than my own, but none can best my skill. Attributes are nothing but an enhancement of what lies underneath.”

A man in the most elaborate suit and robe I had ever seen stepped forward. It was like someone had artfully vomited a peacock over him.

What a disgutingly beautiful phase for describing beautiful, but over done dress!

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I didn’t know what to make of her. I was a gamer. I didn’t associate with people like her.

"People like her" being self righteous politicians.

I wasn’t a sheep. I wasn’t a fucking farmer. I was goddamn gamer and I could be a toxic sonofabitch if you pissed me off. She had fucked with the wrong guy.

Remembering what I had done wasn’t something I liked to think about. Knowing you weren’t half as good a man as you thought you were was rough. I’d crossed a line I thought I wouldn’t cross. And I had to live with that knowledge.

But this kind of self knowledge is very valuable. Knowing the extent of one's capability for harmful, evil behaviour allows one to recognize its beginnings and halt it before doing harm -- when one wishes to do so -- there are circumstances where giving free reign to one's destructive impulses is an appropriate response.

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I wasn’t sure if I was happy or upset that contract workers seemed to be the same no matter what universe you lived in. Some were honest men and women trying to do good work and some were crooks willing to squeeze every cent they could out of their employer.

Some things are universal. I can easily see this being one of them.

My father taught me that violence should always be your last option, but it should also almost always be an option.

I agree.

“People don’t fit anywhere, Arnold. You aren’t building materials that are made to fit a perfect purpose. There is no place set aside where you perfectly slot into. No place which exists in adulthood, anyway. If you go around expecting to find that place, you will only find frustration and disappointment.” “So, if I can’t find where I fit in this world, what can I do?” “You get to know yourself, your skills, your limitations, your hopes and fears, you understand your shape and substance, and then make a place in the world that fits you.”